Why I Bring a Book to the Kitchen

Why I Bring a Book to the Kitchen The relaxation of travelby reading and sinkinginto elsewhere’s talewhile gently, unquestionably,bound to the holy of hereby the the hum of the refrigeratoris as much a sign of your loveas anything else, at the end of the day.Sometimes, that’s all it takes—the grounding reminders of presence,of the goodness…

Three-Fold Blessing

I was surprised by beauty today…such a generous gift, that is… I was in Wolfville, Nova Scotia, for Spiritual Direction and I saw anew a nest I’d noticed first in late January (pic). It’s about half again as big as it seems in the photo and an architectural wonder in and of itself. Today, though…just…

Zanahoria means Carrot

One might reasonably wonder about the origin story here… I was making dinner last night and helping someone with English at the same time. She asked what we were having… I replied “Something different! We’re having ‘picnic.’ ” Brats, cole slaw, potato chips, and as a nod to the falling snow, roasted carrots instead of…

The Why

The Why of Why I Wrote It (The It being Creed) Now and thenI sense the time has come to say for myself,for myself, because no onecan say it for me;no one can say what it is that Itake up to walk withand what I leave lie to the side.Now and then I know the…

Two Things I Learned this Weekend

Two Things I Learned This Weekend OneFire is good company,a being, breathing and chattering,warming the spirit and easing the fingersthat reach for snacks of different sizesto keep it satisfied.TwoWhen walking beneath a pine bough canopy,it is never too cold for the clean earth incenseof ginger-balsam-spice to rise as prayer;every footfall reminding youthat where you are…

Creed

I have found it helpful to write a creed for myself every now and then… It’s been eight years or so and it felt like the right time. I believe in awe, wonder, and curiosity; I believe in listening and being still and cultivating an imagination that dares me to believe that just maybe, with…

Infinite, Always

Infinite, Always In the gardens, you;You in the deeps, the blues,the settling of quiet, you,in the bloom of a sigh of the selfthat knows of coming home; youimage and likeness and love;you of wing and footfall,all seasons, each beauty,Infinite, always, and everywhere,no where apart from you. Kimberly M. King

A Prayer from Today

Prayer The bold blueof distance and spaciousness;the nearness of the art of creation;the wholeness of holy.Hold me, please,in this cold freshness,while my bright soft silence opens into thank you. Kimberly M. King

There is…and there aren’t always

Sometimes there simply aren’tthe words, or there arebut they are moving too quicklyto be clear, to find, to fixhowever temporarilyto the page. It’s a both-and—I need to be still enoughin the thick of it allto hear them, to invite them near,and the words, they—-No, the whirl is bigger than words. The language, it needs its…

Mirror

I can’t say that I feel it all all of the time, for sure… but at my core, this is pretty much it. Wrote it to remind myself. Mirror Without my glasses onthe world’s a bit Monetyet I know what I seewhen I’m looking at me:the grace and challenge that is humanity.I see gift and…